as i lay awake,
my thoughts constantly wandered to you,
the way you dress, the way you walk,
you were just too perfect to be true.

it was 2:53am to be precise,
lying on my bed, just waiting for the sun to rise,
words, they mean nothing
if you're not done contemplating.

you told me you loved me,
but why does it hurt,
please take it away
for i can take no more.

it has been weeks,
but the longing is still there,
why isn't it going away?
was i not good enough to stay?

i miss you,
i still do,
and i want the feeling to wash away,
like how yours was never there.

d.i.